He came to me when he needed help
He cried to me because he didn't have anyone else
He told me every little detail that happened to him
He told me his every little secret that no one knew
He asked for me when he didn't see me
He would care for me when I was weak
He wore black because he loved it when I wore black.
But then she came in,
She had beautiful caramel Jheri curls which bounced every time she walked up those stairs. She wore an alabaster corset which showed her defined body. She had a defined jawline that matched her facial features.
You could say she was one of a kind, no matter how many times, I would say that I despised her, she also had me wrapped up in her fingers.
No matter how many times, I hated her for taking him, I knew she was the best choice for him. She was the best thing that could happen to anyone.
She had the heart of a white feather.
She had bright blue ocean eyes.
She shined bright in his eyes, she was like a star.
They were bright and small but yet so beautiful and fragile from the inside.
But there he was, standing right across from me with the biggest smile. As if nothing as ever changed. He wore white for the first time, but I just stood there smiling back, while wearing black.
He started to run towards me, I spread my arms wide open, waiting for him. Just for him to run right past me. I turned and there she was waiting with wide arms also wearing
white.
Soon realizing it has always been her.
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